I haven't been around LJ for a while so I'm only now catching up a bit. Congrats on all of the walking you have been doing. That's really great and it sounds like you've been getting more used to it each time. Though I don't know you at all, I'm totally proud of you for being able to get through it.

I have a question about your icon. Is that risiepookie? I want to steal it from you if it is, because it looks exactly like her eyes... you know that gorgeous green color the rest of us would kill for. I kinda lust for her a bit (and yes she totally knows so it's not like a stalkerish tihng at all) and if you've already made an icon of her eyes, that's easier than me making my own. She has one up, but it's only the eye and not the eyebrows, which in my opinion totally complete the picture. Anways I'm prattling on and on so I'll stop now. Thanks for letting me know and congrats again on your acomplishment!!

Babe, if I can walk a half-hour a day, three days a week, so can you. Leave for work a half-hour or so early, and stop at a park, and walk. It's just a matter of putting one foot in front of the other. I find for me, I just need to not think about losing weight, not think about "Big Goals." Sometimes, I can't think about more than the next goddamn step. But if you start, it gets easier. You can do it.

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and use a new icon...er, uh, I mean now I can post and say something encouraging.

I'm told when I was little, and my older brother complained about fish for dinner, that I chirped "That's ok, just pretend it's chicken!!" When I find myself overwhelmed by the boredom of a task, I find my mind drifting to the silly, overactive imagination. We're talking really pathetic, "Ok, then a demon jumped out, and Buffy was there, and..." off to the races of backstory!! Now you see why I said the girl with the kiss was so normal, 'cause, comparatively, REALLY is!!

Does one ever really outgrow "just pretend it's chicken"?

Well, it's that, or rage against the Republicans.

Quick Mel, their eyes just rolled up in their heads....stiff with boredom..call in the cheerleaders..

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See, if I could eat either fish or chicken without my stomach rebelling, I'd be in better shape already! "So, you want me to pretend this revolting thing tastes like the other revolting thing?"

Well, it's that, or rage against the Republicans.

Preach it, sister! I can't wait to see the last of those bastard kleptocrats routed from office, and prefereably into prisons. Not these pansy-ass country-club minimum-security jobbies alongthe potomac! The real, tough ones the Repugs love so much. When Cheney has to bend over for his 500-pound cellmate, Bubba, then I'll be a happier man!

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We surigically implant the device. It consists of: A hard-coded computer chip, a GPS device, an automated Cell Phone, and a Taser.

The chip knows where the "parolee" is allowed to be. If GPS shows them more than, say, 100 feet outside that zone, the Taser goes off, the miscreant falls to the ground, unconscious, and the cell phone calls the police and tells them where the unconscious parole violator is lying.

If this squicks your civil-rights impulses, we merely make it avalable to voluteers. Otherwise, they get to serve out their term enjoying the hospitality of the state or local pen.

What could be fairer?

Of course, some will violate parole in ways with a significant risk of death or serious injury when rendered unconscious. THink of it as evolution in action.

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Could there be duct tape???

How else did you think we were gonna stick all the components together?

I am, by the way, reminded of a story.

The mother of a friend of mine -- and a good friend in her own right -- is married to one of the most awful, dreadful worthless excuses for a human ever to walk the earth. Not to worry! This chump is no longer in her life. But the marriage has never been legally undone.

So, a few years ago, living alone in his aging red house in northern Vermont, he ignored a wound on one of his feet. It became infected, then gangrenous, and was eventually amputated. During his recovery, he stayed mainly alone at home, with weekly visits from a visiting nurse. Due to his immobility and other elements of his condition, he had to have a catheter.

Well, one day, he apparently managed to remove it, and was unable to get it to stay where it belonged thereafter. So he used maskign tape. A whole roll of masking tape, wrapped around the catheter and his appendage over and over again, till he had a ball of masking tape that I'm told resembled a beehive. One of the big, scary ones that hangs from a tree.

Enter, a couple of days later, the visiting nurse, in front, praise all the gods, of a witness -- who had, of course, scolded Our Hero roundly for his self-treatment, and been told to fuck off, or words to that effect.

The nurse lowered Our Hero's blanket to check his Catheter, and her eyes widened. "Oh, my!" she said, in the sort of hushed awed tones reserved for moments of surprise involving the dangerously demented. "What happened here?"